I head on down to my apartment, just in time to see Martin pulling up alongside me.

"Hey what are you doing just getting home?" His voice holds concern and also curiosity.

"Working late" I answer.

"You should have come with me on the investigation. At least then you'd have been done on time."

"You call this on time?" I eye my watch. "Come inside" I tell him, making my way up the stairs and into my home.

"I brought you something" he hands me a small box, slightly heavy with a smile. "I hope you like it because it's not refundable."

"Oh jeez what did you buy me?" I eye him curiously.

"You'll have to wait till after dinner" he grins, "or better yet until morning."

"No way" I shake my head, "the minute you leave I'm opening it."

"You think that's the case? What if I stay the night?" He teases, "it better not be open in the morning. Or what if I come by to spend Christmas day with you?"

"Don't you have family to see?" I offer the words.

He shrugs them off and hands me the bag of food. "I brought takeout. I was hoping to see you tomorrow night too" he eyes me, "unless you're getting sick of me."

"No" I shake my head. "You're not seeing your family?" I question again.

"You're not seeing yours?" He eyes me and I shut up.

"So you'll cook for me then tomorrow?" I quip.

"That's the plan. I'm too drained tonight to do it."

"To bad" I grin mischievously, "I was so looking forward to it" I state suggestively.

We head into the kitchen, dishing out dinner and taking a seat across from each other to eat.

"I got you something too" I tell him, taking a bite of my dinner.

"You did?" His eyes perk up.

"Yeah but you can't open it until after I've opened mine" I grin.

"Oh you're the devil."

"I know" I answer.

We finish dinner and I gesture for him to follow me into my bedroom. "The first date and already."

"Oh hush" I roll my eyes, "I'm getting your present for you. I could make you wait outside."

"But?" I shrug, inwardly smiling at showing off my bedroom to him. "You are such a tease!" He announces as I hand him the box from my closet.

"Says who?" I eye him suspiciously.

"I'm just stating what I'm seeing. Bringing your gorgeous first date into your bedroom and handing him a gift with that seductive look in your eyes."

"Gorgeous?" I quip with a laugh. "Don't push it" I tease, running my hand through his hair before stepping out the room and down the hall. "I got you two gifts actually. The other's in the kitchen."

He eyes me skeptically until I pull out a fancy bottle of wine. "I'm not normally one to drink wine but I figured the occasion calls for it."

"You're not one to drink?" He eyes me with a skeptical look on his face.

"Wine" I repeat. "I drink beer and harder liquor when the mood calls."

"So wine's too girly for you?"

"Yeah something like that" I laugh.

I pop the cork and pour two glasses. "Here's to us" Martin states.

"To us" I repeat rather awkwardly, clanking our wineglasses together before sucking down the liquid. I eye the box I was handed from Martin. "Do I get to open it now?" I question with a smile.

"As long as I'm seeing you tomorrow. I think we should wait."

"Awww" I whine out, "you're no fun!"

"Sure I am" he whispers into my ear in that low seductive tone he used the night after our first kiss and only kiss together.

I can't help but giggle as I down another glass of wine.

"I think you've had enough" Martin takes the bottle and the glasses, putting them in the sink.

"I'm barely feeling it yet" I quip.

"You will in the morning."

"I'm not drunk Martin" I tell him with a smile.

"You're not?" I notice he's barely had an entire glass to drink all night.

"Why aren't you drinking your gift? You didn't like it?" I pout my lips, trying to make him give in.

"No Samantha it's not that."

"Then what is it?" I question, feeling my leg brush against his along the sofa.

I watch as he gulps a breath of air in response and realize perhaps he's afraid of what it might lead to.

I stand up, working on balancing myself and realizing maybe I did have a little more to drink then I thought. I immediately feel Martin's hand come around my hips to steady me.

"I'm ok" I tell him with a smile, pulling on his hand and leading him towards my bedroom.

His hand drops from mine as I reach the door and step through. He stands on the opposite side eyeing me with wide eyes.

"I just want to lie down and talk" I lie back on the bed, leaving plenty of room for him to join me. "The sofa was getting uncomfortable and the floor is a killer."

"But you're bed?" His voice sounds shaky almost nervous.

"Just talking" I let out a laugh, "you can't handle being in my bed, is that it?"

"I'm just thinking of the repercussions that could go along with it."

"We're not having sex. Just talking" I remind Martin.

"What if Jack found out?"

I shrug in response, "do I care? He can't do anything to us, even if we did screw around."

Martin loosens his tie and moves to sit beside me on the bed. He still seems tense and uptight and I lean towards him, grabbing onto his frame as I force him to fall flesh on the mattress.

"Was that so bad?" I quip, loosening my grip so we're lying side by side but no physical contact is being made.

He eyes me in complete silence and I wonder if I've stumped him or scared him or even aroused him.

I let out a sigh, feeling a slight headache coming on and shut my eyes.

He must notice my sudden quietness or change in mood because I feel his hand on my shoulder, "are you ok?"

"My head" I whisper out. "Sometimes I get these killer migraines and alcohol doesn't help."

I feel Martin's fingers move into my hair as I scrunch my face in pain. "Shhh" he soothes me, softly running his fingers along my scalp. "My sister is learning massage therapy" Martin tells me. "I don't know a whole lot but she was teaching me a little bit." I feel his hands running along my skin and I let out an exhaustive breath, feeling myself growing tired.

The bed shifts around as I feel Martin moving closer to touch me. His fingers continue to relax me as I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

I feel the bed shifting and Martin pulling the covers up over my body. "I'm going to head out" he whispers into the air.

"Don't go" I breathe out with shut eyes.

"It's late" I hear his words as he struggles with what to do. I curl beneath the blankets and feel his lips pressing a soft kiss to my cheek as he brushes the hair past my face and slips out of the bedroom.